Spires spires
the thousandth floor
praise the elevator
and I still want more
begin the diaspora
up gravity's well
You're going to swing
your'e going to
hear that bell
Spires spires
My day will come
I spend a year
never touching ground
I'll elevate all things
the thousand and first story
all to gain a hermitage
to craft
the true sound
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